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Swagger Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Call me a cynic, but I think they should just > knock it on the head and not go through with his > regeneration after this last installment. > > Time to start sonething new. are you mad ? it could go on forever ... don't see any reason for it to stop just as long as there are good stories , good aliens , and plenty of pace and excitement .... long may he re-generate .:))

just watched first episode on iplayer ... first rate telly .

as Ade Edmondson once said " Elephant and Castle , stick it up your ....... " what a cheeky fellow . :))

Still waiting for my saviour, storms tear me limb from limb; my fingers feel like seaweed...I'm so far out I'm too far in. I am a lonely man, my solitude is true, my eyes have borne stark witness and now my nights are numbered, too. I've seen the smiles on dead hands, the stars shine, but they're not for me. I prophesy disaster and then I count the cost... I shine but, shining, dying, I know that I am almost lost. On the table lies blank paper and my tower is built on stone; I only have blunt scissors, I only have the bluntest home. I've been the witnessand the seal of death lingers in the molten wax that is my head. When you see the skeletons of sailing-ship spars sinking low You'll begin to wonder if the points of all the ancients myths are solemnly directed straight at you... No time now for contrition, the time for that's long past, the walls are thin as tissue and if I talk I'll crack the glass. So I only think on how it might have been, locked in silent monologue, in silent scream. I am much too tired to speak and as the waves crash on the bleak stones of the towerI start to freak and find that I am overcome.... "Unreal, unreal" ghost helmsmen scream and fall in through the sky, not breaking through my seagull shrieks -no breaks until I die. The spectres scratch on window-slits, the hollowed faces and mindless grins are only intent on destroying what they've lost. I crawl the wall till steepness ends in the vertical fall; my pail has sailed into the sea -no joking hopes at dawn. White bone shine in the iron-jaw mask, lost mastheads pierce the freezing dark and parallel my isolated tower... no paraffin for the flame, no harbour left to gain. 'Alone, alone' the ghosts all call, pinpoint me in the light. The only life I feel at all is the presence of the night. Would you cry if I died? Would you catch the final words of mine? Would you catch my words? I know that there's no time, I know that there's no rhyme, false signs find me. I don't want to hate, I just want to grow; why can't I let me live and be free? ...but I die very slowly alone. I know no more ways, I am so afraid, myself won't let me just be myself and so I am completely alone. The maelstrom of my memory is a vampire and it feeds on me; now, staggering madly, over the brink I fall. Lighthouses might house the key but can I reach the door? I want to walk on the sea so that I may better find a shore; but how can I ever keep my feet dry? I scan the horizon, I must keep my eyes on all parts of me. Looking back on the years it seems that I have lost my way: lLike a dog in the night I have run to a manger, now I am the stranger I stay in. Ah, well. All of the grief I have seen leaves me chasing solitary peace; But I hold experience in my head. I'm too close to the light,. I don't think I see right, for I blind me. Where is the God that guides my hand? How can the hands of others reach me? When will I find what I grope for? Who is going to teach me? I am me / me are we / we can't see any way out of here. Crashing sea, a trophied history: chance has lost my Guinevere... I don't want to be one wave in the water but sea will drag me deep: one more haggard drowned man. I can see the lemmings coming, but I know I'm just a man. Do I join or do I founder? Which can is the best I may? Oceans drifting sideways, I am pulled into the spell, I feel you around me, I know you well. Stars slice horizons where the lines stand much too stark; I feel I am drowning - hands stretch in the dark. Camps of panoply and majesty, what is Freedom of Choice? Where do I stand in the pageantry, whose is my voice? It doesn't feel so very bad now, I think the end is the start, begin to feel very glad now: All things are a part All things are apart All things are a part.

giggirl Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > No, not impressed. It's ugly. Not as ugly as the > shopping centre though. I agree with you , I think its effing hideous and resent the fact that it dominates the bloody skyline from wherever you ha[ppen to be in a lot of south east London ... the shopping centre is ugly too , but at least its not sticking up into the sky modernity ... pah! thats what I say .

and here is the dowry of the lepar a walnut shell and a peck of pepper.

eeek .... a bottle of Hendersons Relish best before the end of March 2002 in the bin with it.

seaweed tangle in a home from home reminds me of your rocky bottom wait for the paprerweight err... on the good side such as when we collapse into the water we'll go head over heals we'll not grow fat inside the mamary gland. :))

nit no not no nit not nit nit folly bololy Alifee my lada Alifee my lada .

Gigolo aunt - syd barrett ...... ROFL just kidding Adoughnut in grannies' greenhouse - the bonzo dog doo dah band

:))

Wilhelm Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > You've lost me now. Gigolo Aunt- Just A Gigolo. > No? yeah thats the sort of thing ..... but you have to come up with something else because , youve had "just a gigolo" allready because I replied with "gigolo aunt" . You , or anyone else (who can be bothered) , lol , has to come up with either another syd barrett song or a song by another artist that contains the words "gigolo" or "aunt" or infact both , if such a thing exists .... see what I meanz? :))

has someone lost a rabbit , adult brown rabbit seen boarding the number 40 outside the dry cleaners earlier this morning , he had his own oyster card .... sorry:(

Wilhelm Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Oops, 'my bad' as the kids say. How about Just A > Gigolo by David Lee Roth, does that work? yeah thats cool . but you have to think of something else now because I responded to that with the Syd Barrett song .... ooooh my brain hurts :'(:))

Wilhelm Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Money - Barrett Strong hey hang on a second .... come on people . are you two trying to bum-rush this thread ? you follow on with a song title that contains words from the previous song title ... or follow on with the a song by the same artist in the previous post ... rules is rules .lol :)) eg. everybody hurts - REM world leader pretend - REM or personal jesus - Depeche Mode travelling on for jesus - kate & Anna McGarrigle see what I mean ?

Gigolo Aunt - Syd Barrett

reetpetite Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > I Heard The News Today, Oh Boy - The Beatles you mean A Day In The Life , I think . :)) One World - John Martyn

woofmarkthedog Wrote: ------------------------------------------------------- > Like right...see see.. > > I is da Middle Ages like...rite > > Na' what I'm sayin.....innit > http://web.ecomplanet.com/KIRK6479/ServerContent/M > yCustomImages/KIRK6479CustomImage1692642.jpgYeah.. > coz I is from da " ENDZ "...is wot I'm sayin' .. > ROFL > > > W**F

I looked for a man to turn me into a Hare just like you did when you did what you did. :))

World Leader Pretend - REM

Michael Caine , born in Bermondsey , blue plaque near Jamaica Road roundabout .

:)):)-D

In the name of love - the thompson twins

you're not the girl next door or thr girl in France or the cigerette girl in the sizzle hot pants all the words of love seem cool and crass when you're tough and transparent as armoured glass your'e an everyday girl , in an everyday mess who's gonna pay for the crimes of Paris

"I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twighlight No,I was all horns and thorns . sprung out fully formed , knock-kneed and upright"